[Even if it isn't great, he'll drink it for the Goomys' sake. A noble goal, clearly. At least the cream and sugar help.]

Boy, do I. It's like those movies you see where the baby does everything in their power to get into trouble. Or just have a natural talent for it. I'm glad he's able to temper Oba now that he's older.

[The Goomy he's holding wants a sippy of fast bean juice. No sippy allowed. Marik sets it down on the counter and gives it a pat on the head.]

It's crazy to think it's been over half a year now, isn't it?